Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Double Trouble

Well, update from earlier this morning.  I apparently did not have any spots at the clinic this morning, and here I set two traps, and trapped three kittens.  They are now on standby at the clinic and I am praying to God that they can be spayed and neutered this morning.  I cannot fathom having to return three kittens to the streets without vetting them first.  And I could not keep them until the next surgery date, they are feral.  Fingers crossed that they can get them done today.  I obviously messed up big time thinking I had TNR spots through fall each week at the Bay Street clinic.

Gadget from Garson

PARSELLS Kittens (Paxton and Peyton)
But here they are.  Poor little things.  There are more kittens on Garson where that one came from. And I didn't even know about the young ones below on Parsells.  I was trying to trap the mom of Harvey and Huey.

Quiet this morning other than the unleashed pit bull that started to come after me on Melville.  Now THAT was a scare.  I ran to the Jeep, but he didn't come around the corner.  Just barked.  I was fearful for the cats as well.  But he didn't seem interested in them.

On Central and Second, where the poor little injured sick kitten was rescued and put to sleep last week, I was greeted by 'HEY Cat Woman!" by a rather large woman just hanging on the steps to at the park just down a ways.  I yelled Hey back.

I also stopped at the City Garden I have on Pennsylvania to see the garden, and if I had tomatoes there, and if I needed to cut the grass.  Upon inspection, I began to walk back to the Jeep and noticed a small potato chip bag rustling near the road.  I thought, is that a kitten inside?  Nope, it was this big fat rat.  So, you tell me, there is no cat food around, just people's trash.  THIS IS WHY THERE ARE RATS!!!

Rat scurrying across grass

Rat in potato chip bag



Again, please pray that these TNRs are done today.  UPDATE, they cannot do.  LOLLYPOP CAN today!  Animal Hospital of Rochester on University Avenue was able to get me in TOMORROW, but now I don't need to use them.  But thank you for being there AHR!!!!



O God, you have redeemed all creation
through the incarnation of your eternal Word;

Protect our pets, your creatures,
who provide us with joy
and nonjudgmental companionship;
Give us respect
for all of your redeemed creation,
that we may care for creation
as just and humble stewards;
We pray this in the name of the same Word, Jesus Christ,
who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and forever. 


Monday, September 18, 2017

Monday Couldn't Come Sooner!

Whirlwind weekend.  It began with delivering two little cuties out to Newark.  Little River and Yawnie went to their new homes, and what a home they went to!  Set in the country, with a large pond to look out at from the bay windows, all the toys and climbing towers in the world, and two parents who are going to love them dearly.  They are changing their names, of course!  I will keep you posted on their names.   These two kittens make three of Gracie's babies leave their nest.  Harley was the first to go, and I visited him on my way to Newark on Saturday.  His new family loves him to pieces, and he looks quite content.  We now have Sammy and Lulu left.  Ellis will be brought to her new home the weekend after her spay on October 5th.

I then raced back home to pick up little Nugget.  God I miss that boy already.  I brought him to his new home, where he had a whole slew of family waiting for him.   His new dad, and I think Mom (step mom?), his dad's grandparents, and his Mom's mom.  They were very excited to meet him, but Nugget was a bit shy and didn't want anything to do with it that first day.  Last report from yesterday morning was that he was curled up on Dad's lap, but still a bit fearful, so hiding. He is also on the tail end of a cold, so hoping to get a good medical report quickly also.  (PS, his new mom is a nurse!  Bonus!).

My weekend ended on a high note with my sweet and beautiful niece Amy getting married.  It was a tearful and joyous union.  I wish nothing but the best for this once little girl who's been through hell and back.  Back is the key word.  Love you Missy!  Behave!


Its getting closer to the fundraiser, and I am getting nervous that I won't be able to pull it off this time.  I need to get my @#$@# together.  If anyone would like to help out, please PM me.  I sure could use it.

Its been quiet each of the mornings I go out in the dark to feed SO many cats.  They are so happy to see me each day.  In spite of what they must endure for the next 23 hours and 55 minutes after I leave them, they still endure.

Have a great day all.

"I smile every chance I get.
It's not that life has been 
easy, perfect, or exactly as I
had anticipated, but I choose
to be happy and grateful for
all the good things I do have
and all the problems I know I
don't have."



Friday, September 15, 2017

T G I F.

Don't know any better way to say that and express how glad I am for a break.  Although no break will it be for me.  Its nothing but running the entire weekend.  I am going to curl up in a hole next weekend and just stay there.  I will poke a little hole big enough for a wine bottle to be slipped through, and some ice of course, and will just stay there.  And I won't even bring my phone to that little hole.  Just me and my wine bottle.  No kittens, no cats, no phone.   Just me and my wine bottle.

It was a quiet morning out there, I whipped through my rounds with ease, unlike yesterday where I had to skip one location because of obvious raccoons running rampant, of course circled back to it on my way home and placed food down, and another spot where this persistent little head kept popping from behind the fence at the auto station on Bay.  I tried throwing water at it, but it just waited around the corner for me to leave so it could gobble up black mama kitty's food when I left.  I do place more than one bowl there, so hopefully they both got to eat, although there is now two other cats I've seen recently, just yesterday a little wide eyed short haired young black thing was peeping from the tires looking at me.

At the Parsells location, where I was asked to move the shelters from under the bushes because of the raccoons scaring the residents upstairs off when they go to get in their car....  (eye roll)...  there are two kittens that I've been feeding, here is a picture of one.  Kittens are much smaller than they look in this picture.  I am now managing to pet it.  I picked it up by the scruff, but I don't have a plan so I need to think about it.  Meanwhile, with each pat, its trusting me more.


You can see the other kitten on the bottom right.
I think that is mama next to her.
At Central, where I rescued the severely injured kitten two mornings ago, there are two kittens left.  Both grey tabby beauties, but distrustful of me still.  I MUST trap here, and there, and over there.  There are so many spots I feed at that I see unneutered cats.  I must build my shelters up for the winter also in the next month.  I need help with this, for sure.



Finally, here is another reminder of my upcoming fundraiser.  I sure could use all the help and donations I can get.  It will be fun!  Spread the word!

Have a great day!





Thursday, September 14, 2017

One Potato Two Potato Three Potato Four

No rhyme nor reason for that title.  It just came into my warped mind.  And I couldn't think of anything clever for today's post.

I wanted to share with you something that has weighed heavily on my mind for over a month now.  I had two rescued kittens test positive for leukemia.  This was the very worst news.  I went into a deep, dark and sorrowful state of mind for a month.  I was told to wait thirty days and get retested.  I was so distraught thinking that at the end, if they were positive, I would have to put them to sleep because I would not want to have a kitten have to be isolated from other cats.  And finding a home with no other cats - that will take in a cat in the first place - is just about impossible.  As chance would have it, that home was right next door to me for one of the kittens.  My neighbors offered to take Taco in while we waited out the thirty days.  Two weeks after, they told me they wanted to adopt him regardless of the outcome.   Boy did I get lucky.   And so did Taco.  So the past month proved to be challenging to say the least when you already have a household of your own cats.  Constantly moving kitten from one room to another so it doesn't die of boredom, cleaning that room so that the other cats can't catch anything - watching it sadly as you leave the room, knowing you can't stay in the room forever just to keep kitten company...  Guilt not being with kitten for very long because you have a life outside that room.  It was a hard thing to do.

TACO
But the hardest thing to do was bringing both kittens to the vet yesterday, and having them retested. Fingernails bitten, heart pounding, the results came back.  Negative.  I have never been so happy.  I wanted to shout to the world about it.  My babies were negative.  I first called my neighbors to give them the good news.  They were elated.  I then opened the door to the house and set kitten free.  This was Tuesday.

FUDGIE
As of today, I've never seen a kitten more happier in my entire life.  He never stops running from one end of the house to the other, batting his toys around, wrestling with the adult kitties...   Fudgie is one very very very very happy kitten.  And I am one very very very very happy girl to have rescued them both, and know that they are disease free, and will live long and happy lives.

So that's that.

Have a great day.

"There is sunshine in my soul today."



Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Fly Free Sweet Babe...


Jamie not Janie.  Black kitten TNR'd yesterday back to Mom's was a BOY.  So his name is Jamie, not Janie.  :)  Now must get his siblings fixed.  :(

I had an incredibly sad start to my morning.  I got through all 20 or so of my stops, a few unplanned stops when spotting a cat crossing a street up ahead, without incident - and again, this woman took my bowls away at the location where notes were exchanged yesterday - can't wait to catch her....  I arrived at Central and Second to feed the five or six cats that greet me.  I rescued Carter from there last year.  I always notice who is around, as this is a busy street for people because of the bootlegger's house on the corner...  this is where they can buy cigarettes, booze, beer, and God knows what else, at all hours of the night.  You just go up to the window and knock on it.  Anyway, there was a guy sitting on the steps just a short way down from where I feed.  I noticed him.  I got out, went over to place the food for the kitties which now include two kittens that I haven't had time to try to catch, but are getting closer and closer.  As I was pouring the food, I heard a soft moaning ..  I looked into one of the shelters and I saw a cat.  I jumped up, knowing there was something wrong.  I started to disassemble the shelter area, and saw the man over to my right on the sidewalk.  I went to get my carrier, not knowing what my plan was.  Instinct told me - ask him for help!  I did, he could barely speak English.  I had to describe the problem using my hands.  Gateau (I think that is cat in Spanish) and other gestures to let him know what I needed.  I asked him to help me move the boards that were piled on top of the shelters so I could get the cat.  He was very helpful and kind.  I lifted the shelter and kitty was not moving.  I thought it had died, but then heard the moans again.  I got it into my car with the hole in the tote facing up in case he all of the sudden bolted.  I thanked the man and gave him a hug. He tried to sell me something - in Spanish - and I could tell he was only asking for five dollars.  I told him if I had it, I would just give it to him.  Especially if only for his kindness.  There are good people in the world.  Some are just unfortunate because of the paths they chose, or the paths that were chosen for them by the people that raised them, and some just need a break to begin anew.

Little kitten was brought to the emergency clinic where they had to cut the shelter apart to get to him. Upon examination, we were informed that his mouth was full of ulcers, it looked as if he had a mass in his stomach, likely a tumor.  They determined he was in such extreme pain, which was causing his lameness.  He was euthanized at my request.  Poor little baby sweet dreams go straight up to heaven where you will never have pain again...



Its tough.

Have a good day.

"It's a mercy that we are granted the ability to
end suffering.  It is a moment we are given.  To
decide to let go and give them a chance to go
without suffering.  Yet, it is always the hardest
thing we do.  It is a mercy and a curse."


Tuesday, September 12, 2017

TNR Tuesday!

NUGGET this morning
So this morning I set two traps.  One at the location on Parsells where the kind man is allowing me to feed so that I can trap.  This is the spot where Harvey and Huey were rescued.  Mom is still not spayed.  I must get her.  But boy are they smart.  I set it and did my rounds, came back an hour and half later, still nothing.  I set the other at Ferndale and Webster.  Yesterday I thought I spotted a black pregnant cat.  Nothing there.  When I circled back at this spot, the trap door had shut.  No cats around.  I did however, spot a note left for me, which was signed by ‘a neighbor next door’ – actually I believe its some busy body that moved not too long ago that spotted me feeding there from across the street one early morning.  It stated she would continue to throw away the food I am leaving there because its attracting rats.  This is where I was dealing with Crazy Marilee for so many years.  I left a pamphlet from Alley Cat Allies stating how to get along with community cats, and a note stating she is doing more harm to the neighborhood by doing that, that I was trapping and getting cats fixed, and that she needed to leave my stuff alone.  We’ll see how long this CAT and MOUSE game goes on.  

Its a constant battle for me out there.  Constant.  How would you like it if someone were to tell you to stop doing something, every day of your life, just beating you down when you are trying to help out God's desperate creatures?  To get up and go out every day of my life in the dark, in the hood, and take a beating.  Its not fun my friends.  I appreciate your encouragement, I could use more for sure.

I did bring in a kitten today though.  From where?  My mother has a colony of cats in Webster that she is feeding at her house – she and her neighbor.  We’ve fixed a few and then surprise!  Kittens at her doorstep!  Too wild, but this little boy, or girl, will be fixed today.  ‘Janie’ is about 5-6 months old.


JANIE
I am continuing to leave food down on Parsells where I’ve been booted from again, because there are two kittens there that I at least need to get fixed.  They are starving each morning.  Now they have no shelter.  I am still trying to call for them from the street behind the house, Melville, to try to get them to migrate over there.  But no luck yet. 

Irma is at the vet right now having a combo test done.  Prayers are welcome.


Is there any good news today?  Well, from my end, I am walking, talking, breathing, have a job, my house has not flooded or blown away, no one in my circle has died, and for that, life is still good.

For Every Hill I’ve Had to Climb

For every hill I’ve had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat
My heart sings a grateful song –
These were the things that made me strong!

For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!

‘Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate man’s will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keeps man’s will alive.
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Another One Bites The Dust!

Well, the Meow and Chow FUNraiser is just two months away from today.  I am reaching out to my friends for gift baskets and cat stuff and gift cards and jewelry and bottles of wine and booze and anything else you can think of that YOU would like to win at a funraiser!  Please let me know if this is something you can help with, and if you need me to pick up, or you can bring to me, or whatever.  I am hoping this is a FUN day for all, and I hope you will all be able to attend.  Music, food, booze, kitties, what more could you ask for!~   :)  The venue is a bit different from years past.  This time is on my side of town, and in an enclosed cabin.  I am pretty certain that its the same size inside, just not elongated as it was at the Creekside.  It also will not be the food fare you are used to.  It will be a mishmosh of sorts, but plenty to eat and should satisfy every taste out there.  Food is always my number one concern if I attend something, so ...  :)  I will try not to disappoint!  :)   Again, please contact me to let me know I can count on you for a raffle donation.




IRMA!
Sunday morning...  I did it again.  Yes, another rescue.  Even though I don't like to rescue a cat while I have several in foster already, I just could not leave this baby on the streets.  Could you?  Here is Irma.  I have been touting Irma as a girl, but this morning, I had my doubts. I had to get my reading glasses to inspect this area further, because I really thought it was girl.  But turns out it COULD be a boy!  I need another set of trained eyes.  Good Lord.

Taco says HI!  (I kitten sat for him last week).

TACO
Saturday I had all the kittens on the porch with Gracie, their mom.  Harley was the first to go.  He went to his new home, and what a home.  Check out this photo of him with his new canine brother! Can you believe he got that comfortable that fast!  See, these cats really do adapt quickly to their new surroundings!

HARLEY!

Yawnie and River will go to their new home this Saturday in Newark.  I had some great folks stop over this weekend to meet Lulu, and Nugget.  Both were adopted, but won't go to their new homes until I have time to breathe.  I have so much planned this weekend with my niece getting married!  Ellis is spoken for, so now we just have Sammy and Irma, as far as kittens go.  Harvey and Huey are currently on hold until they get well.

Sebastian is chillin.

Sebastian

Black cats rock!




This white kitty is still on the streets.  He needs a home soon, its getting cold.  Please consider fostering.  You are saving a life, literally.  The following is all you need to know to be able to become a foster.


Not only does fostering provide an invaluable service to rescue groups and the shelters who depend on foster homes (not to mention the pets themselves), it’s a great way to learn about your own needs as a pet owner. (You can’t know if you’ve got what it takes to walk a young puppy at 1, 3 and 6 a.m. until you’ve done it!)
But I’ve heard a lot of excuses — er, reasons — why people can’t or don’t want to foster. So I was delighted to get the article below in a newsletter from the Merrimack River Feline Rescue Society, which answers just about every possible excuse. (It was written by Liz Pease, the shelter’s director of operations.)
With shelters overflowing and many people needing temporary care for their pets while they find new housing or weather a crisis, fostering is even more important these days. So print out this list and give it to everyone you know who thinks they just “can’t” foster.
“I DON’T HAVE THE SPACE” — I used to think this too. Then a cat came along that really, really needed me … and I made the space! All it takes is a small spare bedroom or office, a bathroom, or even a corner where you can set up a playpen cage, which you can borrow from MRFRS! While we do need foster cats to stay separate from your own cats, it doesn’t take much space to do that. And remember, whatever space you have at home is probably more than the kitty has here at the shelter now!
“I MIGHT GET ATTACHED” — OK, yes, you might. But no matter how difficult it is to bring your kitty back to the shelter, just knowing that you’re helping to save a life should ease any short-term pain. When you take in a foster cat, it gives us room to help other cats that might otherwise be brought to shelters that euthanize for time and space. It also lets us learn more about a cat’s personality than we ever could in a shelter environment, which, in turn, makes the cat much easier to adopt out. Yes, some cats are harder to bring back than others, but be strong! You can do it! (And yes, I’ve kept one foster cat, but not the 60 that followed that first one!)
“MY OWN CATS WON’T TOLERATE A FOSTER CAT, ESPECIALLY AN ADULT” — If you have a separate room, this shouldn’t be much of a problem. Yes, your cat(s) will know there is another cat in the house, and they may be a little upset about it at first. But chances are they’ll get over it pretty quickly, especially if you make sure you wash your hands after visiting with the foster cat and keep the cats from seeing each other if possible. Feliway Comfort Zone diffusers or Rescue Remedy flower essence can also help. Tell your cats they need to help do their part too! Eventually, they will be totally nonchalant about the whole idea of fostering. My cats no longer even bat an eyelash when a foster cat comes into the house.
“I CAN’T AFFORD TO TAKE ANOTHER CAT” — This one is easy! You can get all your food and litter from MRFRS if you like, and MRFRS covers all medical expenses associated with foster cats! This policy may vary across adoption groups, so if you buy your own supplies for fosters, save the receipts so you can take a tax deduction!
“A SHELTER CAT MIGHT GET MY OWN CATS SICK” — If you follow basic health protocols, such as washing your hands between handling cats and wearing an over-shirt when handling the foster cat, you shouldn’t have any problems. A sick cat should be kept in a separate room, and bedding/clothing should be washed with bleach after use. We are also happy to provide you with a bottle of heavy-duty kennel disinfectant for cleaning if you like!
“SOMEONE ELSE WILL SAY YES. THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER FOSTER HOMES” — They won’t and there aren’t. It’s that simple. We have lots of folks who will take kittens, but very few who will take adults, and even fewer who will take sick, feral, and/or rabies-quarantine cats. Please help us!  Kittens are easy for us to place. But our poor adults need help too.
“I ALREADY HAVE A FOSTER CAT” — All right. Well, this gets you partly off the hook. But wouldn’t your foster kitty like a friend?
So there you have it.  Think about it!  Its so rewarding knowing you are helping a helpless animal.
Have a GREAT day!
"If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today."


Friday, September 8, 2017

A Girls Gotta Do What A Girls Gotta Do

Kitty on Central This Morning

Kitties on Garson This Morning

Out alone this morning, I kept thinking how the weather, in about a months time, is going to be quite different.  I am still going out dressed in my little mini skort, pink boots and hospital top (short sleeves).  The skort is convenient because it has the perfect pocket to fit my cell phone in.  Its not been good though with the pill I’ve been putting in the same pocket that keeps falling out and I am losing it.  Its a doxycycline pill I carry to give to one particular cat on Parsells who’s not looked well in his face for quite a while, and I think that I can fix it with some medicine.  But I keep losing the pill.  The precious pill.  Medicine for cats is precious to me, I’ve spent a good fortune on it in my lifetime, and a major chunk of that this past summer.  Last evening when I got home from work I spent half an hour going to through this huge bag I have of various cat medicines, creams, salves, ointments, pills, some I don’t even know what they are because there is no label on the pill bottles.  I was trying to find Mertazapine – an appetite stimulant that I desperately need to give to Baylee.  He was seen Tuesday, and after bloodwork, it was determine his liver ??? whatever ??? was sky high.  Very abnormal.  All other tests came back good.  He has lost two pounds though in the past month and half since he was seen prior.  He constantly WANTS to eat, and does, but he doesn’t seem to be getting any bigger.  His backbone is skeletal.  I cannot go the route they suggested – a CT scan (or scope?) – too expensive, so will try to treat with medicines – I need to go pick up Baytril, another drug they mentioned, and now Mertazapine.  Poor guy.  I don’t know how I am going to give it to him either.  I’m sort of fearful when I have to shove pills down the throat of an animal that has very very sharp teeth.  He does eat all of the baby food I’ve been treating him with. 

I am in need of straw, not necessarily even a whole bale, just a few large bags of it.  I am in need of black or brown spray paint, to cover Styrofoam shelters that need to be hidden in bushes, etc.  I am in need of extra-large camouflage tarps, heavy duty, rain proof.
 
Sebastian has the most daintiest feet and legs I've ever seen!
“Sebastian” went to his foster home last evening.  Toni has adopted quite a few adult cats from me in the past, and she loves black cats.  He is the most mellow sweetheart I’ve ever had.  Boy is he GRATEFUL to be off the streets, especially Niagara Street, where I pulled up this morning, and the owner of the building must have been by after I left yesterday to cut the small parcel of grass behind where the large shelter structure was that housed at least 8 cats each winter were, that he destroyed.  I noticed this morning that he threw out my topless tote I had placed there that housed the food for the cats so that it wouldn’t get soaked when it rains as its been doing just about every day recently.  Nice.  A very kind and compassion man, isn’t he.  This building will be sitting there for ages.  Its run down.  And he can’t allow these animals, that have nothing, a safe place to go.


I have people coming over to meet Gracie’s kittens this weekend, along with Nugget. Wish me luck.
GRACIE!

GREELEY!

Please remember Greeley, Gracie and Sebastian, all needed good homes as well.

Prayers for the Animals, and People, affected by these hurricanes...

Have a nice day.

"Lord of all compassion
We pray for all of those caught up 
in the midst of tragedy or disaster.
For those who have lost life
and those working to save life
For those who are worried for people they love
For those who will see their loved ones no longer
Lord Have Mercy.
For those in need of the peace
that passes all understanding
For all who turn to you in the midst of turmoil
For those who cry out to you in fear and in love
Lord Have Mercy.
For those in confusion and those in despair
For those whose tears are yet to dry
For those in need of your unending love
Lord Have Mercy
Amen.


Thursday, September 7, 2017

Time is Ticking

Before I have to remove shelters from an area that I have been feeding in for over 8 years now.  There have been many cats at this location, many have come and gone, many have been rescued, one in particular is Teddy, who had some kind of rat ulcer?  Is that what they call it?  His lip was weird.  That's all I know.  And he was the one cat I had that had lice - a rather rare occurrence in cats.  They usually just have fleas.  Gross.  I know.


TWO CUTIES!  :)
His new family are now wanting a little buddy for Teddy, so we shall see who might be a good fit for him.  They want a kitten, of course.  Never mind that the adult kitties are EXCELLENT companions, but that's fine.  We still have a few kittens left!  :)

Wait, back to what I was saying in the beginning.  There have been two other houses that housed these cats on their porches, or back yards, in shelters, for all these years.  Behind the one house, the gay couple moved out, and the property managers moved in and trashed all the shelters.  Home to many!

Wait, back to what I was saying in the beginning.  There have been two other houses that housed these cats on their porches, or back yards, in shelters, for all these years.  Behind the one house, the nice gay couple moved out (they allowed me to shelter behind their side of the house), and the property managers moved in and trashed all the shelters.  Home to many!  So I moved everything to the only vacant house around down the street, and eventually the cats came.  I had shelters on the porch there for a few years – every once in a while the City would come by and trash everything, and eventually the house sold to a man who kicked me out for good.  I placed a few shelters just a few months ago at the house next door under the bushes.   And now they want me gone.  I’ve just got to figure this out.  I have until Saturday.  

Before I forget, I want to share that I now have my own website!  Thanks to a few nice girls from University of Buffalo that created it for their class assignment (which by the way, they received an A!).  IT was finished by some help of a very dear person in my life, and by a donation by the webmaster.  I can't thank them enough for getting it up and running for me. 


I am so proud to get the word out there about the stray and homeless cats in the Beechwood section of Rochester.  We must get them off these streets, one by one.  



Kudos to my co-worker Crystal for putting together a fundraiser for me - a yoga class!  Here is some more information on that.  Click on to see up close.



Following that is Crystal's blog, which is chock full of great travel stuff.  Check it out!


Once again, I want to thank everyone that has done something for the cats, or for me to help the cats.  From fostering, to adopting, to dropping off food or having delivered, to sending toys for the kittens this summer, for bringing kittens to the vets when desperately needed to be seen, for donating your hard earned money to the clinic for spay/neuters, for helping with the fundraisers, for the batteries, for the headlamps, for attending the fundraisers, for your condolences on the loss of so many of the kitties I care for, for your sweet notes on cards sent to me, for the shelters you've provided, for the shelters you've built, for the anonymous flowers I receive each year, for the nominations for awards from the city, for every little thing you've done.  I just cannot continue this mission without you.  Love love love to all.

Have a great day!

"Life is only as good
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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The Good The Bad and The Ugly

It was NOT a quiet morning for me.

First off, I rescued this little black fella from Niagara.  I had a gut feeling that he was too sweet to return him to this hellhole on Niagara behind the Rochester Clutch and Brake place.  There are already close to seven cats here that have had their shelters removed.  I still don't know what I will do come wintertime.  Right now I am just feeding them all behind the building, on the ground, no shelter.  Its sickening.  I couldn't survive the day (I know, I am quite the drama queen) if I didn't have a few people offer to help out with him.  Thank you.  My friend and supporter Toni has offered to foster him until we can get him adopted.  She has someone in mind who may be interested.  I think for now I will name him Sebastian...!  This is my 90 something rescue for the year!


SEBASTIAN!


This little black girl didn't fare so well.  I named her Pamela, after Parsells Avenue of course.  She was pregnant.  Now she's not.  I had to return her this morning, and it was heartbreaking.

PARSELLS PAMELA - TNR

I also had to release this pretty grey boy after he was neutered yesterday.  I released him back to the Central Park colony I feed at.  Fare well my sweet boy...

CENTRAL GREY BOY TNR
So I was at the Parsells location this morning, where I recently rescued Nugget (releasing the pregnant black female), and across the street I saw a man watching from the house.  After releasing, and pouring the food (and I did not see the tabby kitten I saw yesterday), I walked over and said good morning!  We had a conversation, basically he didn't want me feeding there because of rats.  I gave him lots of information, and what I was trying to do in the neighborhoods, but he was adamant.  Kind, but adamant.  His statement was - if you are feeding these cats, they won't want to eat the rats.  What do I say about that?  I told him that most of the cats on this street were cats that were kicked out of their houses because they were spraying, etc. and the cats had human contact already, people that fed them.  I told him that I was trying to reduce the population, and rescue those that I could.  I told him that the feral cats will go after the rats, but not the ones abandoned by the people on the street.  I told him that his street was one of the worst I've ever seen - and I've been doing this on this street for way over 10 years now.  I need good information for ammo for the next time.  Help.

And at my second Parsells stop, just after that encounter, the nice family that live above in the two story house where I have shelters in the bushes – feeding the few cats left there after the big sweep in the spring time (due to the man next door that bought the property and told me not to feed there anymore) – asked me to move the shelters because of the raccoons.  And that they were afraid of them.  They said they are there almost every day eating the food.  Well, so are the old cats that are still there, and the new kittens.  I asked her to give me until Saturday when I had some help.  Saturday Sheryl.  After that, I don’t know what I will do.  I will have to stop feeding these cats.  Its going to kill me.  There is no where else to go.  I will continue to try to call for them from the lot behind the house on Melville Street.  That’s all I can do.

So speaking of Melville, the house where I rescued Marshmallow, Itsy and Bitsy (which by the way Bitsy is now 'coughing' and he has to be seen by a vet...  its never ending), where I am still feeding the mom and a white cat under the tree…  I was confronted by a man this morning who ‘caught’ me pouring food down.  He went on to state that the momma cat was his mother’s cat.  We got to talking, I told him I rescued her babies, that I had mom spayed and all her shots, etc. , told him what I was doing, and we laughed, and I said phew!  I was so worried about her come winter, and now I have one less stop to make in the morning!  He wants me to meet his mother, and I am going to leave my card with them tomorrow morning.  We hugged!  We went from confrontation to hugging!

So things didn’t turn out so bad after all.

That was my morning, and how was yours?


Have a great day.





Tuesday, September 5, 2017

A Little Too Close for Comfort

CHIP looking very scholarly

PAISLEY and DAISY
So, a recap of this long wonderful holiday weekend.  On Friday, my day off, I delivered three little babies.  And boy do I miss them.  Little Chip, Daisy and Paisley went to their new homes.  I’ve received some good follow-ups, but I still miss them.  Thank God I still have little Nugget and Fudgie to keep my kitten craving at bay.

FUDGIE

NUGGET! - Going in for neutering this morning!

I also kitten sat for Taco this weekend!  My neighbors, Taco’s daddies Brendan and Noel went out of town, and I offered to keep Taco as Fudgie’s playmate.  They had a BLAST.  I have to give him up today, but it sure was nice to have him under my thumb again.  He has grown so big already!

TACO!



Saturday morning, I was feeling a bit under the weather, and could barely sit up, but thank God for Super Sunday Sheryl, who arrived, and did the feedings for me.  I drove, but could barely keep my eyes on the road as I was turning blue and green behind the wheel.  You have to remember, I NEVER get sick, and the one other time I remember feeling like I was going to, I still drove out myself and did it.  And it was a very long hour and a half doing it.  Thank God for Sheryl!  She got out a gazillion times to pour food and water at the 18, 19, or 20 locations that I go to to feed the hungry cats. 

Sunday morning I picked up another beautiful black and white kitty on the road.  Dead. Placed the little one under a bush wrapped in a warm clean towel.  Otherwise the morning was a blur, nothing unusual, but just so many needy and hungry cats out there.  Its just so hard, and sad, to see, and then drive away from, leaving them there.  I must get more people willing to foster these animals.  It doesn’t take much, just time and patience.  Fostering could take days, months, or a year possibly, but the time DOES come!  Where you will have to say goodbye, and hopefully soon after, be ready to SAVE ANOTHER LIFE!

The excitement of the weekend came on Monday morning, at 4 am.  I was on Melville, doing my thing, at three of my locations there, and in the middle, I hurried to place the food and water down for the mama cat of Marshmallow, Itsy and Bitsy, under the tree, because I could hear a party happening right past the car that was blocking the view from me.  I knew someone would see me, and I couldn’t have that.  Whoever lives in the house in front of the tree keeps removing the plates I place, so they obviously don’t have a lot of compassion for this sweet girl, or the pure white cat that comes running each morning to gobble up the food I place for him as well.  These two cats I MUST get off the streets before winter.  There is nothing I can do for them come snowfall.  I will not be able to place food down, nor give them the proper shelter they need.

As I drove off to the next spot, which basically is the vacant house porch, and lot behind it, and four houses down from here (and no, kitty mama will not come down here, she sleeps on the porch chair of the house with the tree that I place the food down at), as I was pouring the food into the dish, I heard a loud bang.  Not believing my ears, I then heard a girl shout something.  I then heard five or six more bangs, now realizing that they were gunshots.  I quickly made my way to the jeep and dialed 911 and reported it. As I was dialing, I saw in my rear view mirror that cars were coming my way, one didn’t have its headlights on, and others were moving quickly down the road.  I gave as much detail as I could, and headed out of there, a bit shaken.  Now I’ve heard gunshots over the years in these neighborhoods, but from quite the distance. 

I drove back after a few more stops to make sure police showed up, and sure enough they did. I told them I reported it, they took more information from me, and after I asked if anyone was hurt, they responded no, and off I went.  It was a freak occurrence that happened.  But what gets me is that I used to think Central Park area was the dangerous area.  Now I believe Melville is more dangerous.  Its not the first shooting that has happened on this street this year. 

But I continue to plug away.  Those cats are hungry and need me.  I just hope HE is watching over me!

Yesterday I had the pleasure of being in the company of these beautiful German Shepards - along with their mom and pop (who adopted ERNIE!)  :)  




This morning was TNR Tuesday.  I set a trap on Parsells #1 spot, drove off to set another on Ferndale Crescent and Webster and continued on my rounds.  Nothing was happening at the Parsells spot so I left trap there, went off and checked on Ferndale trap.  Nothing.  Picked up and drove off across Goodman and set a trap at the Central and Fifth location.  At Niagara, an older black kitty showed up, hungry, he’s come around quite a few times now, and is not afraid.  This was my chance.   I knew my chances of trapping were not high because both locations, the kitties are smart, and there are not a lot of unaltered cats that I know of at the other two locations where the trap was set.  I grabbed the carrier, felt in back of the cat – yup, sure enough, an altered male, and grabbed him by scruff and placed in carrier.  OK, so lets get back to Central.  Check on trap.  Voila, got a grey kitty.  Now praying nothing in trap back on Parsells as I am only allowed two spots each week and I had my quote.  Yup, wouldn’t ya know it.  Black kitty in that trap.  Uggh.  $180 for today.  Ca CHING.  L  But guess what, after trap was placed in jeep and I was going to place food down at this last location, lo and behold, a little five or six month tabby kitten.   I didn’t have anything to put him in!  I pray he is there tomorrow.  He even let me pick him up!  L

I did not get their pictures!  :(  The older black kitty would probably be adoptable, and the other is black, could be a girl.  The other is grey.  Will get their pictures if I can after they return from the clinic to my porch for the evening - this blog sort of documents all of my rescues and TNRs and I like to keep pictures!

BAYLEE's Selfie!
My sweet Baylee, rescued from Bay Street last year - who has breathing issues, is going to be sedated at Caring for Cats today to find out what the hole is inside his mouth that the doctor saw the last visit a few weeks back.  Prayers for Baylee.  He has lost a ton of weight in the past few weeks too.  :(

If anyone has any straw, I could sure use ONE bale.  One bale of STRAW will last me the winter.  That’s on the top of my wish list.   OH!  And black or brown spray paint for Styrofoam boxes to be carved out and made as shelters. 


Thanks all, and have a great day!

"You can do anything, but not everything."